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Chapter 473 Vanishing Magneto
Before **Rath** could land from the impact of the explosion, Whiplash had already charged up again.
He waved away the smoke and dust stirred up by the explosion with one hand, appearing beside **Rath** like a demon.
"Bear!"
Dark blue energy appeared on Whiplash's fists, and Whiplash showed no mercy to **Rath**, whose defenses were wide open. For a time, fists fell like raindrops.
**Rath's** arm had barely been raised when Whiplash struck it with even greater power. Faced with this storm-like attack, **Rath** couldn't even mount an effective resistance.
"Bang!"
With a punch, **Rath's** body flew back several meters before crashing heavily to the ground. The man who had been like an iron tower could no longer be recognized in his original form.
The rock armor he usually prided himself on was now tattered and broken. His cracked shell was like parched earth, and scarlet blood water continuously gushed from the openings, even revealing the red muscle beneath the shell.
"Drip."
Whiplash looked at his dripping blood fists. The blood on them was both **Rath's** and his own. To break through shells of that level, how could there be no price to pay?
Tearing off a piece of battle skirt, Whiplash bandaged his hands while walking towards **Rath**. When he reached the other, Whiplash first stepped on **Rath's** shoulder, who was lying on his side, and kicked him forcefully to turn him face-up before bending down and extending his right hand.
Whiplash placed his right hand on **Rath's** chest, and dark blue light shone again, but this time it didn't come from Whiplash, but from **Rath**.
Dark blue energy surged out continuously, climbing up Whiplash's right hand and onto his body. Just as he was about to drain all the energy from **Rath's** body, **Rath** moved.
"Snap!"
**Rath's** right hand suddenly grabbed Whiplash's arm. Whiplash's expression remained unchanged, not at all frightened by **Rath's** 'corpse resurrection', just coldly looking at him.
"Let... go of, my... family," **Rath** pleaded.
"Ple... Please!"
Whiplash expressionlessly looked at **Rath**, who had already breathed his last. The other's hand was gripping his arm tightly, and Whiplash couldn't pull it away without force.
Without hesitation, Whiplash increased his power and pulled his arm out of **Rath's** hand. Looking at that twisted but weakly falling right hand, the power that the other had erupted before death made him slightly surprised.
"Whoosh!"
Whiplash aimed his right hand at **Rath's** corpse, and dark blue energy erupted again, burning the corpse to ashes.
Having done all this, Whiplash dispersed the energy in his hand and walked towards the flying vehicle.
"Five minutes," Maximus said, standing at the entrance of the flying vehicle.
"You only took five minutes to deal with the best warrior under my command. Your performance surprises me, Whiplash."
"Please allow me to correct you on one mistake," Whiplash said, looking up at Maximus on the steps.
"Oh?" Maximus asked with a smile. "What mistake?"
Whiplash said, word by word, "I am the most powerful warrior under your command."
Maximus was first stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "That's right, look at me, actually making such a simple mistake."
Whiplash didn't interrupt, just quietly watched Maximus silly smile. The guards around them also fell silent, and no one dared to laugh along.
This was Mad Maximus, a fickle guy with unpredictable moods. No one knew if he would pull out a gun and murder someone in the next second.
"Oh, right," Maximus wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looking at Whiplash as if suddenly remembering something.
"What did **Rath** say just before his death?"
"He said to let go of his family," Whiplash honestly recounted what had just happened.
After listening, Maximus curled his lip in disdain, saying with a hint of anger, "As expected, he's an idiot, how could I casually murder people in Attilan? That would attract my brother's attention. If the great Black Bolt knew I was casually killing his subjects, how would he punish me?"
Maximus revealed a playful smile and said, "He might walk up to me, then quietly say 'Good night' to me, and then my body will go 'Bang!'"
Maximus's hands suddenly opened in a fireworks shape, as if to metaphorically describe his tragic ending.
"I will guard against his Majesty for you," Whiplash solemnly promised.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Overconfident," Maximus waved his hand. "Don't worry, I won't be exposed, nor will I let you go to your death in vain. Regarding how to deal with the great Black Bolt, I already have some ideas."
Maximus revealed a bloodthirsty smile. Although Whiplash didn't know what his master's plan was, he chose to believe. The other soldiers didn't even dare to fart, while Yang Le was almost driven crazy. He was finally about to hear a big plan, but why did he stop talking about it?
Yang Le: 'Riddler, get out of the Marvel Universe!'
...
"Scott!"
Cyclops turned his head and saw his girlfriend Jean walking towards him, holding a stack of files.
"What's wrong, so listless? Seeing your girlfriend, you're not even happy?" Jean pretended to be angry, puffing out her cheeks and looking at the dejected Cyclops with a pout.
"No, Jean, if you weren't holding a huge pile of files, I would definitely be happy," Cyclops said, accurately finding his coffee cup from the pile of files and taking a sip.
"You know, I've been working overtime for three days, and Professor Xavier has been missing for a long time. No matter what, I can't be happy."
Jean placed her hand on Scott's shoulder and comforted him, saying, "I know you're tired, but this is all for the sake of all compatriots. We will all help you together."
"As for Professor Xavier, doesn't he contact Beast every day? Don't worry, no one in this world can be unfavorable to Professor Xavier."
"I know," Cyclops sighed. "I'm just worried..."
...
On the boundless sea, there was a small island that seemed to be pieced together. The island's area was not large, about the size of a soccer field, and you could see to the end at a glance.
There was no vegetation on this island, only various corpses lying on the ground. They were in different forms, and some facing upwards still showed terrified expressions. The soil turned up beside them was proof of their previous struggles.
Following these crooked corpses all the way forward, it was easy to see a middle-aged man wearing formal wear in red. He should be the only 'human' alive. At this time, he was sitting on a metal chair with his head lowered.
The man tightly gripped his hair, which was mixed with white strands, with both hands. The howling gale blew his overcoat, making it rustle. Suddenly, a booming lightning illuminated the man's face. It was...
Magneto?
(End of Chapter)
Before **Rath** could land from the impact of the explosion, Whiplash had already charged up again.
He waved away the smoke and dust stirred up by the explosion with one hand, appearing beside **Rath** like a demon.
"Bear!"
Dark blue energy appeared on Whiplash's fists, and Whiplash showed no mercy to **Rath**, whose defenses were wide open. For a time, fists fell like raindrops.
**Rath's** arm had barely been raised when Whiplash struck it with even greater power. Faced with this storm-like attack, **Rath** couldn't even mount an effective resistance.
"Bang!"
With a punch, **Rath's** body flew back several meters before crashing heavily to the ground. The man who had been like an iron tower could no longer be recognized in his original form.
The rock armor he usually prided himself on was now tattered and broken. His cracked shell was like parched earth, and scarlet blood water continuously gushed from the openings, even revealing the red muscle beneath the shell.
"Drip."
Whiplash looked at his dripping blood fists. The blood on them was both **Rath's** and his own. To break through shells of that level, how could there be no price to pay?
Tearing off a piece of battle skirt, Whiplash bandaged his hands while walking towards **Rath**. When he reached the other, Whiplash first stepped on **Rath's** shoulder, who was lying on his side, and kicked him forcefully to turn him face-up before bending down and extending his right hand.
Whiplash placed his right hand on **Rath's** chest, and dark blue light shone again, but this time it didn't come from Whiplash, but from **Rath**.
Dark blue energy surged out continuously, climbing up Whiplash's right hand and onto his body. Just as he was about to drain all the energy from **Rath's** body, **Rath** moved.
"Snap!"
**Rath's** right hand suddenly grabbed Whiplash's arm. Whiplash's expression remained unchanged, not at all frightened by **Rath's** 'corpse resurrection', just coldly looking at him.
"Let... go of, my... family," **Rath** pleaded.
"Ple... Please!"
Whiplash expressionlessly looked at **Rath**, who had already breathed his last. The other's hand was gripping his arm tightly, and Whiplash couldn't pull it away without force.
Without hesitation, Whiplash increased his power and pulled his arm out of **Rath's** hand. Looking at that twisted but weakly falling right hand, the power that the other had erupted before death made him slightly surprised.
"Whoosh!"
Whiplash aimed his right hand at **Rath's** corpse, and dark blue energy erupted again, burning the corpse to ashes.
Having done all this, Whiplash dispersed the energy in his hand and walked towards the flying vehicle.
"Five minutes," Maximus said, standing at the entrance of the flying vehicle.
"You only took five minutes to deal with the best warrior under my command. Your performance surprises me, Whiplash."
"Please allow me to correct you on one mistake," Whiplash said, looking up at Maximus on the steps.
"Oh?" Maximus asked with a smile. "What mistake?"
Whiplash said, word by word, "I am the most powerful warrior under your command."
Maximus was first stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "That's right, look at me, actually making such a simple mistake."
Whiplash didn't interrupt, just quietly watched Maximus silly smile. The guards around them also fell silent, and no one dared to laugh along.
This was Mad Maximus, a fickle guy with unpredictable moods. No one knew if he would pull out a gun and murder someone in the next second.
"Oh, right," Maximus wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looking at Whiplash as if suddenly remembering something.
"What did **Rath** say just before his death?"
"He said to let go of his family," Whiplash honestly recounted what had just happened.
After listening, Maximus curled his lip in disdain, saying with a hint of anger, "As expected, he's an idiot, how could I casually murder people in Attilan? That would attract my brother's attention. If the great Black Bolt knew I was casually killing his subjects, how would he punish me?"
Maximus revealed a playful smile and said, "He might walk up to me, then quietly say 'Good night' to me, and then my body will go 'Bang!'"
Maximus's hands suddenly opened in a fireworks shape, as if to metaphorically describe his tragic ending.
"I will guard against his Majesty for you," Whiplash solemnly promised.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Overconfident," Maximus waved his hand. "Don't worry, I won't be exposed, nor will I let you go to your death in vain. Regarding how to deal with the great Black Bolt, I already have some ideas."
Maximus revealed a bloodthirsty smile. Although Whiplash didn't know what his master's plan was, he chose to believe. The other soldiers didn't even dare to fart, while Yang Le was almost driven crazy. He was finally about to hear a big plan, but why did he stop talking about it?
Yang Le: 'Riddler, get out of the Marvel Universe!'
...
"Scott!"
Cyclops turned his head and saw his girlfriend Jean walking towards him, holding a stack of files.
"What's wrong, so listless? Seeing your girlfriend, you're not even happy?" Jean pretended to be angry, puffing out her cheeks and looking at the dejected Cyclops with a pout.
"No, Jean, if you weren't holding a huge pile of files, I would definitely be happy," Cyclops said, accurately finding his coffee cup from the pile of files and taking a sip.
"You know, I've been working overtime for three days, and Professor Xavier has been missing for a long time. No matter what, I can't be happy."
Jean placed her hand on Scott's shoulder and comforted him, saying, "I know you're tired, but this is all for the sake of all compatriots. We will all help you together."
"As for Professor Xavier, doesn't he contact Beast every day? Don't worry, no one in this world can be unfavorable to Professor Xavier."
"I know," Cyclops sighed. "I'm just worried..."
...
On the boundless sea, there was a small island that seemed to be pieced together. The island's area was not large, about the size of a soccer field, and you could see to the end at a glance.
There was no vegetation on this island, only various corpses lying on the ground. They were in different forms, and some facing upwards still showed terrified expressions. The soil turned up beside them was proof of their previous struggles.
Following these crooked corpses all the way forward, it was easy to see a middle-aged man wearing formal wear in red. He should be the only 'human' alive. At this time, he was sitting on a metal chair with his head lowered.
The man tightly gripped his hair, which was mixed with white strands, with both hands. The howling gale blew his overcoat, making it rustle. Suddenly, a booming lightning illuminated the man's face. It was...
Magneto?
(End of Chapter)
